Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas, or whatever doesn't offend you ...

I ended up being late to work this morning because I woke up with horrendous jaw pain and had to let some medicine kick in before I attempted to sit at a computer all day or ya know, talk or smile. I have reoccurring TMJ and even though I have a super sexy mouth guard to wear at night, I still carry all of my stress in my jaw during the day (apparently I clench my jaw a lot) and occasionally have episodes of soreness and the inability to open my mouth all the way without it making a clicking sound. Several years ago a dentist gave me muscle relaxers in a effort to alleviate the pain, but they did virtually nothing to help my body relax. I suggested Vicodin for next time and she just laughed at me.

Today is Christmas Eve Eve (and my dad's birthday!), so this is probably the last you'll hear from me until at least December 28th. Since Christmas falls on a Sunday this year, our office will be closed on Monday and thanks to the joys of PTO, I have 8 hours of vacation time to burn before the year 2011 is up. So I will be taking Tuesday off as well.  Even though I'll only be sitting at home in my pajamas watching my Christmas tree slowly whither away and die, I probably won't get around to blogging. Unless you want to hear about the pajamas I'm wearing ... or how quickly my Christmas tree is dying.

As Christmas Day draws nearer and nearer, I'm finally feeling my Scrooge McDuck hard-candy shell melt away like Frosty the Snowman in a global warming-induced heatwave (is it sad that I associate A Christmas Carol with a white duck who doesn't wear pants? Charles Dickens is probably rolling in his grave. Rolling, I tell you!). 50 degree weather or no 50 degree weather, I am excited about Christmas! I can't wait to decorate Christmas cookies with Clayton tonight, I can't wait to go to Christmas Eve mass with my in-laws, and I certainly cannot wait to see my mom and sister on Christmas morning. Not to mention, I think Clayton is going to pass out when he sees what's waiting for him under the tree.

And thank goodness! I was starting to get really worried about my lack of holiday cheer. It was so out of character for me. So I don't know if I got hit in the head while I was sleeping ( ... Clayton) or what, but I woke up this morning humming Christmas carols and sprinted downstairs to smell the pine needles on our tree (after tripping over Joey who was still doing his morning stretch routine).

It's almost here!

I hope everyone has the merriest of Christmases! (And if that offends you, the Happy Holidays or ...just get over it.) And I'm not even going to put "I hope" in the front of this next statement because I am demanding that you do this: Squeeze your loved ones tight, sing "I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas" at the top of your lungs, overindulge in holiday treats, and please, keep enough joy and love in your heart that will last all of next year, too!

That being said, I'm leaving you, dear reader, with the greatest Christmas gift of all ... the Christmas gift of boy bands past:


  1. You associate Ebeneezer with Donald, I associate Bob Kratchet with Kermit - sounds legit!


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